Mindless, he handed it to Adlar over his shoulder. That
light scent teased his nose as Adlar got a lather going. He held his breath,
waiting, his heart thumping in his chest. When Adlar’s hands worked their way
into his hair, he reached out toward the walls of the waterfall for support.

Adlar scrubbed his scalp, just hard enough to feel good.
Closing his eyes, he relaxed into the feeling. Gods, he had no idea such a
thing could feel so decadent. He never dreamed Adlar would pamper him. He’d
expected force; what he received was seduction.

“Okay, now turn. Time to rinse.”

He could withstand torture. But seduction? Seduction was
much more insidious. Varo opened his eyes and stared at the stone in front of
him, unable to deny that it was working—he was still achingly hard. Adlar
tapped his hip, startling Varo.

“Come on, you have to get the shampoo out. Turn around for
me.”

How perfectly reasonable that sounded, but he knew it
wasn’t that simple. The grip on his hip tightened, reminding him that he really
had no choice. Slowly he turned, afraid of what he’d find. But another part of
him knew, and couldn’t wait. How in
the galaxies had he missed this dark, twisted side to his nature?

Pale, pale skin greeted him, stunning in its purity. He
knew the lack of sunlight, along with living in caves, was the reason, but he
had no idea he’d find it so tempting. Adlar’s long, black hair was tied back in
an effort to keep it dry.

“Very good.”

Facing Adlar, he tilted his head back so the water could do
its job. He stood silently, eyes closed through the rinsing. Water rushed over
his trembling body. As much as he wished the trembling came from fear, he knew
better.

Adrenaline jack was one thing. That wasn’t what was
happening here. Adlar finished rinsing his hair, and Varo opened his eyes,
unable to hide any longer. He found himself staring at Adlar, focused on that
perfect body in front of him. He desired Adlar.

He hadn’t really paid attention to how long his hair truly
was. His gaze traced Adlar’s face. And those eerie yellow eyes were so different
from his, with their slitted pupils. The pointed ears were odd too. Long and
lean was a perfect description of the male standing in front of him.

Long, lean, and hard as stone.

For him. Adlar was hard for him. The idea both thrilled and
scared him. Lost in thought, he flinched when Adlar ran a pale green sea
sponge, heavy with suds, over his chest. His gaze snapped up to lock with
Adlar’s.

“There’s nowhere to run.”

He was well aware of that. Regardless, that didn’t stop him
from backing slowly away. His mind screamed that allowing Adlar to touch him
was wrong, that he should fight, even though he knew what the result would be.
He wasn’t one who actively sought pain, and the cursed collar around his neck
promised just that.

For every step he took back, Adlar followed, pacing him as
they danced around each other in a predatory game of give and take. Eventually,
Varo found his back pressed against the stone wall of the shower with Adar
inches from him.

Trapped, Varo waited to see what would happen. He shuddered
when Adlar casually wrapped his fingers around his throat, every ounce of blood
draining to his cock. Adlar stood in front of him, not touching, but close.

Adlar held him trapped there while he lazily worked the
sponge slowly over his body. Chest heaving, he dropped his graze… then threw
his head back when that soapy sponge trailed down over his stomach toward his
groin. Oh stars, don’t… don’t…

“Careful. You knock yourself out, and I won’t be happy,”
Adlar said.

…don’t stop. A
strangled groan escaped Varo as the sponge bypassed his dick and continued down
one leg as far as Adlar could reach. Varo clutched the stone walls, desperate
to keep himself grounded.

The next several units of time passed with Adlar touching
every inch of skin he could reach. Varo struggled not to react to the passion
rising in him, but it was as useless as trying to stop the tide. The grip on
his throat wasn’t tight, but the threat was implied. Which was silly with the
collar, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny it thrilled him.

Adlar finally tossed the sponge and pressed his body
against Varo’s. “Mmm, so nice.”

Varo closed his eyes again in an effort to escape his very blatant
reaction to his enemy. He didn’t understand why this was happening.

Adlar tightened his fingers on Varo’s throat. “And you make
me hard too. No more hiding. Look at me, Varo.” Adlar shoved his groin forward
and rubbed his cock against Varo’s. “You make me need.”

Shocked, Varo’s eyes flew open. The press of a hard dick
against him sent his desire sprawling out of control.

“Tell me no.” Adlar wrapped his free hand around their
cocks, stroking slowly. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop. But you have to tell me
no.”

Varo opened his mouth to do just that, but a long, needy
moan slipped out instead.

“That doesn’t sound like no to me.” But still, Adlar held
back.

Varo knew Adlar waited to see if he would speak, if he would
say no. If he would say something. Instead, he strained in Adlar’s grip.

Writing Schedule — 2018

About Me

Hey and welcome to my M/M blog!
My published name is M.A. Church, but I also wrote as nomoretears00. I'm a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now I spend my days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding my numerous shifters, or trying to tempt my country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, I'm exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching my beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if I'm not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. I'm married to my high school sweetheart, and we have two grown children.